The Mistress

Chapter Twelve

Hi everyone! sorry for the wait, I've been super busy with school I'm a junior this year so its absolutely tiring. I'm aware that this chapter is rather short and I apologize but it does give you an inside look at some of the final details. This chapter was written to the incredible song HOLY GROUND BY TAYLOR SWIFT. Please tell me what you think! And as always thank you for reading! ♡

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Mercedes POV.

So picture this 30 women and 1 man seated around a circle oak table, notebooks and pens scattered amongst them, all focused on one idea: a wedding. But not just any wedding, the wedding of the year, the wedding of a lifetime. The bonding of Samuel Evans and Mercedes Mariah Jones.

" I personally think there should be fireworks." Pauline says.

"No ma'am were not trying to blow anyone up. " Mercedes mom Joyce says.

"We'll let the professionals handle it!"

"No way."

After minutes of arguing over sparks they move to the subject of flowers.

"Mom I don't like peonies." Stacy pointed out for the second time today.

"I think their beautiful honey and what I think is golden." Pauline Evans shouts over the music.

" I agree with Pauline." I say walking in to the room.

"Wow!" Stacy says looking towards the door as I walk in dressed in a wedding dress so beautiful Kim Kardashian would be jealous.

"My my you look beautiful." My father says a tear slipping from his eye.

"Do you all really like it? Do you think it's too much?" I ask nervously.

"Mercy you look incredible." Sams aunt Linda exclaims.

I walk over to the mirror in the middle of the floor and take a look in the mirror. The creme dress fits in all of the right places, hugs every curve, and covers everything perfectly. With my hair in a bun I can see the neck lines embellishments and they're more beautiful than the picture could've ever described.

Behind me I hear the gasp of all.

"You look incredible." My husband to be says from the corner of room.

"Get him out of here now! " I scream trying to preserve some of my dresses privacy. "Get out, get out, get out!"

"Calm down Mercedes, ya look good."

"You're not supposed to see the dress! I'm not marrying him! He doesn't know the rules!!!" I scream pushing him out of the room.

Slamming the door behind I sigh suddenly sad .

"Awe honey it's okay. He's just poking fun."

I sit on the bench in the corner feeling defeated.

"I wanted him to be surprised. I have to change dresses." I say dramatically.

"Well it that's what you truly want. I'll call Vera and have a new one made. Is that what you want?" Pauline asks.

"No I really liked this one." I say crying into my hands.

I began to feel bad and decide to go out for a while. After changing out of my prior attire I step into a pair of gray joggers and yellow V-neck and decide to go visit my grandmother.

The drive is short and lonely but as I climb the steps to her I feel at ease. I sit and began to spill my feelings out to her because I know she's the only person who won't judge me.

"I'm scared nana, I'm afraid of losing myself. I don't wanna be afraid. No I'm not afraid of Sam just the idea of being anyone's. I don't want to belong to anyone. I don't wanna be property. What if I lose my voice and I don't know why but that's what's scaring me." I lay beside her feeling the tears pool down my face.

"Granny what if I'm making the wrong choice?"

"Oh but what if you're making the right one."

I look frantically around trying to find the source of the voice until I see my mother.

"How'd you know I was here?" I ask watching as she sits on the plush grass of the cemetery.

"It's where you also go when you have things to talk about. Now tell me what's wrong baby." My mother says soothingly.

"I'm afraid of being his. I'm afraid of losing myself in him. I'm afraid of just being his wife."

"What's wrong with just being a wife?" She asks.

I take in her question and rack my brain for an answer. What's wrong with just being a wife? I don't know.

"I want to be more than that."

"Like?"

"I don't want to lose my identity. I want to be Mercedes. Not Sam's wife."

"Why can't you be both?"

And then it hit me that I was just being a sad prick who was annoying.

"I can be."

"Huh?"

"I can be both. Mercedes and his wife. Sam's wife Mercedes." I say giggling.

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Later that night I sat around the oak table with 10 of the closest women in my life making a few last minute decisions hoping and praying that they were right.

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